I have a role in the heavens

Zhao Guangrong's expression was solemn, he raised his head, his steps were slightly open, and he was sitting on the golden luan, with blood surging, and the emperor's appearance, overwhelming the world.

"It's very simple. In this kissing conference, I will follow the old rules and try that young boy's skills and compete with him. If he loses, then he will never be able to take charge of our Tang Sect. In front of so many people In terms of human dignity, how can a loser still have the dignity to rise to the top? Will any of you still be convinced by him?"

"Brother Zhao, this is a good idea. It doesn't violate the rules and orders of the sect master, and it can also attack that little boy! Your Taizu Changquan has reached an unpredictable state. How can that little boy be your opponent? !."

Lin Shifeng couldn't help stroking his palms and exclaiming, his eyes flashed with bright light, he was overjoyed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was very convinced of Zhao Guangrong's kung fu. Among the Tang sect, no one except Tang Zichen could match him. In the world of martial arts, he was also Among the top few, Wang Chao is just a young boy who has only practiced martial arts for several years. Although he is a disciple trained by Tang Zichen, he does not believe that Wang Chao can beat Zhao Guangrong, the great master of Danjin.

On this day, the sky was clear and clear, the bright sunshine shone on me, it was very warm, and the gentle spring breeze brushed my cheeks, blew my hair, and fluttered gently, adding a bit of scenery to the world.

The auditorium of the Meng Lun Tang Chinese School in Jakarta was decorated with red flowers, a lion dance team, and firecrackers. Everything was a traditional custom of a wedding ceremony, and it had a unique flavor.

Many Tang clan elders, rich people, and even the more famous overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia have come here one after another. It is very lively and crowded. Many acquaintances gather together in groups, lowering their heads to communicate and discuss. One after another, they all got the news that Tang Zichen, the head of the Tang Sect, was going to retire at this wedding ceremony. Who would become the new head of this behemoth Tang Sect was the focus of everyone's discussion.

Tang Zichen didn't care at all about the gazes of everyone. She sat on the main seat, calm and indifferent. After today, these people had nothing to do with Tang Zichen. She didn't need to care about their thoughts. She became more and more indifferent in her heart. After a while, her clear and clear eyes showed a bit of relaxation. After today, she can cut off all the karma of the world and pursue her own martial arts path.

Wang Chao stood behind Tang Zichen, looking at the people in the hall, full of energy and ambition. As long as he could convince Zhao Guangrong, he would be able to control the Tang Clan in the future, reach the sky in one step, become a big shot in the world, and control the lives of countless people. Life and death, controlling huge financial wealth and power, is a being that everyone needs to look up to. He is no longer the bullied middle school student.

Wang Chao clenched his fists, his energy and blood surged, and there was a faint blush on his cheeks. This was caused by excessive emotional fluctuations. For Wang Chao, who has now entered the Gangjin Grand Master, he cannot control his own energy. Blood was so rare that it showed how excited and excited he was in his heart. The light in his eyes was more dazzling than the sunshine outside, and he was high-spirited and unruly.

Tang Zichen's crystal-clear ears trembled slightly. Hearing the pounding sound of his heart coming from his ears, he couldn't help but frown slightly. He glanced sideways at the excited Wang Chao, shook his head slightly, and sighed in his heart. This disciple, it seems, is still A person who cannot see through the worldly pursuit of fame and fortune and is keen on power and fame is definitely not a Taoist friend of Tang Zichen.

Only people like Li Daoqing, who are not interested in fame and wealth, are leisurely and pure, are the kind of people who belong to the same path. Li Daoqing's cultivation is unfathomable, and his wisdom is amazing, but he still doesn't want to hang out in the fame and fortune market. This kind of person is the most suitable path for Tang Zichen. Couples can join hands and walk towards the avenue together.

Suddenly, dozens of brand-name luxury cars, including Lincoln, Rolls-Royce, Bugatti Veyron, and many more, drove into the square in front of the auditorium. At the same time, among the few Hummers in front, a large group of powerful black-clad men descended. The man, with nimble hands and feet and powerful skills, bent down and gently opened the doors of the cars in the middle, laid down a red mat more than ten meters long, and placed it at the entrance of the auditorium.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this operation, and they all paid attention. Under the spotlight, a few people slowly got out of the car.

This kind of pomp and splendor was not inferior to that of the rulers of some countries. It immediately shocked many people who came to participate in the Tang Clan Promise Conference. The momentum was extraordinary and the appearance was grand. It was even more pompous than Tang Zichen.

"What a pomp, what a pomp."

Wang Chao's eyes sparkled, he was thinking secretly in his heart, and there was a bit of envy on his face.

Sima Qian's "Historical Records of Xiang Yu" records that when Xiang Yu and Xiang Liang met Qin Shihuang's chariot on a parade, Xiang Yu said: This is what a man is born to do, and he can take his place!

This sentence can fully express Wang Chao's thoughts at this time. He is a wanton, arrogant and domineering person. What he likes most is the envious gazes of others. Zhao Guangrong's behavior makes him feel itchy, but It kind of scratched Wang Chao's heart itch.

"Presumably this person is Zhao Guangrong!"

Wang Chao saw that among the people who got off the car, there was a middle-aged man in his mid-forties with a unique temperament, wearing a bright yellow Tang suit with dragon patterns. He felt the powerful aura fluctuations on the other person's body, which was extremely frightening and domineering. He dispersed, causing everyone to make way for him and respectfully watched him enter the auditorium. Everyone behaved as if they were courtiers welcoming the emperor, humble and bowed their heads.

Tang Zichen looked very calmly at Zhao Guangrong, who appeared gorgeously and extravagantly. He sat still and turned to give instructions to the envious Wang Chao.

"You go to greet them on my behalf!"

Even though Zhao Guangrong appeared in a grand and grand manner, in front of Tang Zichen, he was still just a vassal king who needed to worship the emperor. This was the gap in status and destiny.

Thoughts surged in Wang Chao's heart, his eyes opened and closed, with a frightening light, he responded, led a few people, and strode towards Zhao Guangrong and his group who were about to arrive at the door.

Zhao Guangrong's tiger eyes were slightly startled, and he looked at Wang Chao who was walking towards him, and his heart trembled. Although Wang Chao had various shortcomings, his cultivation level was indeed outstanding. A powerful aura rose up from Wang Chao's body and moved towards Zhao Guangrong. A group of people pressed forward, heavy and violent.

As a descendant of the royal family of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Guangrong practiced the Taizu Changquan, and he was even more proficient in sitting on the Jinluan, like an emperor and overlord, the most respected person in the Nine-Five-Year Plan.

But Wang Chao has a spark that can start a prairie fire, and the belief that man can conquer heaven. The prince and general Xiang Ning has such an aura that he rises up with a cry, causes havoc in the heavenly palace, breaks through the netherworld, is unruly, a rebel, and a dynasty. The mourners wanted to knock the emperor off the throne and then sit on the throne of the Nine-Fiveth Emperor himself.

Of course, it is not Wang Chao who awes Zhao Guangrong the most. He knows the calm Tang Zichen. Her aura is ethereal, elusive, unfathomable, mysterious and dangerous. In Zhao Guangrong's perception, Tang Zichen in the auditorium is like Like the supreme way of heaven, it is unchanging and immortal, full of the vicissitudes of time. It is so lofty and sacred that people dare not compete and can only bow their heads and surrender.

The reason why Zhao Guangrong put on such a grand display this time was simply to show how powerful he was in Nanyang Tang Sect and to intimidate many Tang Sect elders who were present this time.

This group of elders are all wealthy and well-known people among the Nanyang Chinese. Although they only have the right to speak and not make decisions in the Tang Sect, their influence is not small when they are united. If they are frightened, at least when Tang Zichen announces that he will take the helm and he raises objections, these elders will only wait and see, and will not unanimously agree with Tang Zichen.

"Master Zhao, we have been waiting for you inside for a long time. Please come in with me and sit down."

Wang Chao behaved very appropriately at this time. He had a deep mind and knew what to do in such situations. He stretched out his arms with a bright smile on his face, expressing his respect and welcome to Zhao Guangrong, which made everyone cheer. nodded in agreement.

Most of Zhao Guangrong's mind was fighting against Tang Zichen who was sitting in the auditorium. He let out a trace of energy and was not too polite to Wang Chao. His tiger eyes were filled with terrifying majesty and his gaze was extremely cold, as sharp as a sharp blade. The scratches across Wang Chao's face made Wang Chao's skin tense, the fine hairs stood up, and he shook slightly, as if he was frightened.

Wang Chao's heart trembled. He had some guesses and attention to Zhao Guangrong's strength. He secretly encouraged his energy and blood, and his energy and spirit reached its peak. He turned a blind eye to Zhao Guangrong's eyes that were sharper than a sword. His eyes were calm and gentle, as if The sunshine bathed in the spring breeze in March was bright and warm. He nodded slightly to Zhao Guangrong and waved his hand again.

"please!"

Zhao Guangrong's mind moved slightly, and the aura on his body gradually calmed down. The whole person's energy was restrained, the magic machine was harmonious, and there were circles everywhere. Entered the auditorium.

"Well, this young boy has two brushes under his hands, so don't underestimate him!"

Zhao Guangrong's glance just now had a special effect. In an instant, all the energy, blood and brain in his body were concentrated around his eyes, causing the eye chakras to protrude, and his eyes were sharp and frightening. This is the eye-catching skill of Taizu's secret hand of Changquan, sitting on the golden luan frame. It seems that the supreme emperor is sitting in the Golden Palace, looking down at the subjects of the world, taking life and death.

Zhao Guangrong is one of the most outstanding figures in the Tang Sect, and he is definitely not comparable to ordinary master boxers. His martial arts has become more restrained, and it is not unusual for him to practice his martial arts to the point where his eyesight has been witnessed.

When ordinary people were stared at by Zhao Guangrong's eyes, they would immediately collapse and die from fear. Even a tough-minded, martial arts practitioner would inevitably feel shaken, horrified, and at a loss when looking into his eyes, and would have the urge to avoid his gaze as much as possible. And once this happens, the mind is lost, and in the competition, one move will be defeated by Zhao Guangrong.

But Wang Chao was not caught by his gaze just now, and he didn't show any signs of swaying in his mind. He was obviously very courageous. From this, it can be seen that the skill in his hands is definitely not weak.

Although the depth of Wang Chao's kung fu was not tested this time, Zhao Guangrong did not bother too much. He maintained his own identity and martial arts skills and would not show off to Wang Chao, a junior, when they met.

However, just because he maintains his own identity does not mean that others also maintain their own identity. Lin Shifeng, who came with Zhao Guangrong, suddenly smiled coldly, stretched out his hand to stop Wang Chao, and said loudly with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

"Boy, our Tang Sect is a place that respects teachers and respects etiquette and rules. Without rules, nothing can be achieved. I don't care if you work under Zi Chen or are her descendants. Brother Zhao is your elder. No matter what, you, You have to call me uncle. How can you call me Master Zhao? Didn’t Zichen teach you the rules? Or are you arrogant and think you can be of the same generation as the president of the Nanyang Martial Arts Association?"

Indeed, whether it is the martial arts world or gang organizations such as Tangmen and Hongmen, they all pay attention to seniority. Especially overseas Chinese working hard in other countries still attach great importance to some traditional rules and etiquette. Lin Shifeng suddenly attacked Wang Chao on the spot. In the eyes of some people around him, it was not considered a deliberate provocation.

"What Lin Shifeng said is reasonable. Although Wang Chao is the disciple and successor of the Tang Sect Leader, he is also a junior. He should not call Zhao Guangrong directly as Master Zhao. This is elevating his seniority!"

"Lin Shifeng has a fiery personality and can't stand the arrogance of the younger generation. It's normal!"

"Today's young people really have no rules and speak inappropriately. They actually talk to their elders as equals, which is inappropriate!"

When Wang Chao heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and they were extremely long and narrow. In the slits of his eyes, a cold light flickered, and there was a terrifying murderous intention hidden in the depths of his eyes. He stared at Lin Shifeng and others, his face was extremely gloomy, and there was a sound of discussion in his ears. But he had to lower his head and said very ugly.

"Uncle Zhao, please come in!"

Wang Chao clenched his back molars, his voice was harsh and hoarse, as if it was grinding out from between his teeth, and he was very forced.

Zhao Guangrong nodded calmly, looked at Lin Shifeng, glanced inward, and told him to stop as soon as he was ready. It depends on the owner to beat the dog. Tang Zichen is still the head of the Tang Sect, so they can't be too presumptuous.

"Humph, this is a bit polite for a junior!"

Lin Shifeng snorted angrily and followed Zhao Guangrong towards the auditorium, unaware of the extremely murderous intention in Wang Chao's heart.

In the middle of the stage, Tang Zichen sat on a mahogany chair carved with dragons. She looked majestic and solemn. She looked at Zhao Guangrong who walked in with a calm expression, without any emotional fluctuations. She was indifferent and aloof.

Every time Zhao Guangrong took a step forward, he felt a little heavier on his body. On the contrary, Lin Shifeng on the side did not feel anything. The pressure on Tang Zichen was only aimed at the great master who had entered the Danjin. Zhao Guangrong had a stern look on his face, and there were many things in his eyes. With a bit of awe, his body slowly bent, and the pressure on his body suddenly relaxed a bit. A clear understanding arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but bowed and said to Tang Zichen.

"Zhao Guangrong has met the sect master!"

As soon as he said these words, the pressure on his body disappeared. Zhao Guangrong slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity. Facing Tang Zichen, he no longer had the domineering majesty of the ninth-five-year-old man. He was humble and humble, and did not dare to go overboard in any way. Sorry, such is Tang Zichen's power and strength. Even Zhao Guangrong, the great master of Danjin, dare not face her head-on.

"Brother Zhao, you're so polite, you're so outspoken!"

When Lin Shifeng saw that Zhao Guangrong had bowed his head, he did not dare to be careless. He bowed quickly and showed great respect. He did not dare to breathe. He looked completely different from when he had just embarrassed Wang Chao.

"You guys should take your seats too!"

Tang Zichen did not reminisce about the past. She had an indifferent temperament. Today, after she abdicated her position and retired to seek enlightenment, these people have become irrelevant, so she did not want to say anything more.

Wang Chao then walked into the auditorium and stood behind Tang Zichen again. He quietly looked at Zhao Guangrong and Lin Shifeng who were seated, with murderous intent rising in his heart and suppressing them tightly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of deafening firecrackers sounded outside the auditorium, followed by gongs and drums. In an open space in front of the square of the auditorium, more than a dozen lions were danced by people. There were golden, red, green, yellow and white lions. , black hair, etc., with their big eyes blinking and jumping, on the high wooden bridge made of stools, each showing off their skills and majesty, trying to compete for the colorful balls placed on the Eight Immortals tables on the many floors in the center of the square. .

This is the lion dance and the green harvest. This is a ritual that overseas Chinese must have every time they hold a grand celebration. These lions are all paid by the Tang Sect, allowing disciples from various martial arts schools to perform lion dances and compete for colored balls. The lion who grabs the colored balls will even get the honor of having his eyes dotted with cinnabar pen by a local celebrity, and a large sum of money. "Lottery", so every lion dance is very exciting and exciting. Of course, there are also bloody fights caused by grabbing colored balls.

Firecrackers exploded, gongs and drums sounded, and lions danced happily. This big fuss attracted everyone's attention and attention. No one seemed to notice or mention the little unpleasantness between Wang Chao and Lin Shifeng just now.

In the end, a red-haired lion grabbed the colored ball and came to Tang Zichen with the colored ball in its mouth. This was for Tang Zichen, the leader of the Tang Sect, to use a cinnabar pen to point the lion's eyes in order to get some luck.

There were thousands of people present, almost all Tang clan elders, Chinese celebrities, powerful and rich people from all over the world. The number of people and their complexity were like turbid sea water. But only Tang Zichen, the head of the Tang Sect, was qualified to point the lion's eyes with a cinnabar pen.

Tang Zichen didn't pick up the finishing touch, just said lightly.

"Brother, go and add eyes to the lion for me!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent, a needle could be heard, and there was silence. Everyone looked at Wang Chao who was standing behind Tang Zichen with complicated eyes. They were envious, jealous, sizing up, curious, resentful, and happy. , different people, different positions, natural interests are also different, have different reactions, which is normal.

Wang Chao did his duty, picked up the cinnabar pen on the side, and strode towards the ten fingers, wanting to light up his eyes.

Zhao Guangrong could no longer sit still. He knew that the critical moment had arrived. If he didn't stop him and let Wang Chao light his eyes, it would be equivalent to acquiescence that Wang Chao would take charge of the Tang Sect and become the new generation of sect leader.

Zhao Guangrong stood up and took a step forward, blocking in front of Wang Chao. He looked solemn, his eyes were scorching, and he said in a deep voice.

"Wait!"